Give back the thing
you borrowed.

There is probably something in your house that belongs to somebody else. A dish that came round with a meal in it. A book lent two summers ago. A drill, a ladder, a coat left behind after a visit.

It is a small thing, and it takes up more room than it should. Every time you see it, a quiet voice says you really must. Then the day moves on.

Give it back this weekend. No speech needed, and no apology longer than a sentence. Most people will be glad to see you, and gladder that you thought of it.

Loose ends are not heavy on their own. It is the number of them that wears you down. Tie one off today.